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Poptun – Finca Ixobel – Day 16

Posted by | Evil Kristos | February 1, 2009 | No Comments

I didn’t initially want to stop in Poptun but I heard from different sources that the Finca Ixobel really does worth a visit. My friend Amy had almost urged me to go there and she even named the exact tree house I should stay in. I was a tiny little bit suspicious though.

Amy is a dear friend I value like a treasure but she is also a tiny little bit nuts and a total hippie. These are not my words by the way. She has a very good taste in places (we met by pure chance in the most random places you can imagine), when it comes to accommodation though … let’s put it this way: I don’t really travel on budget and I don’t think there is anything wrong with a nice room and a hot shower.

On her hit list modern appliances that make your life easy and comfortable are at the very bottom. As long as it has charm, character or something crazy about it she will go for a place. There is nothing wrong about it of course. I like to look at these places myself I just don’t normally have to live in them to feel complete.

At my arrival I wasn’t really surprised. The Finca was everything I expected and I mean it in a very good way. It’s beautiful, mellow and extremely friendly. I loved it immediately.

At the reception I inquired in how far the Casa del Amanecer would be available. The woman at reception looked at me a tiny little bit suspicious. I explained that it was recommended by a friend. She still wasn’t convinced so I told her Amy had recommended it. She started smiling. Obviously it suddenly made sense to her. In half Spanish we agreed that she is a little loco but very, very nice.

We walked over to the tree houses and she didn’t even have to point me to the right one. I knew which one it was. In between two tree houses with bathroom that also looked rock solid was one that had no bath and looked like it will fall apart when even as much as a sparrow sits on his roof. I loved it and admit: I would have picked the same. It’s lovely.

The area is quite beautiful. It reminds me a little bit of home where I grew up. Already on the way to Flores I had noticed small little hills that looked – and this was my first thought – artificial. Some of them had the shape of a tumulus others looked like cones or even pyramids. I thought if I was an archaeologist I would start digging in one of those. Wait I am.

OK, let me explain this briefly. It did actually study archaeology but of course not Mayan stuff. In good old Europe the Maya, Inca, Aztecs and so on would fall under American Studies. We don’t normally call these guys archaeologists. I am sure in America they refer to people like me as Ancient European studies and refer to the guys digging up pyramids in Latin America as proper archaeologists. At the end we are all a bunch of useless nutters that studied archaeology because it sounded like fund and would guarantee that we never actually have to work. That didn’t really work out for me by the way but at some stage it was the idea. Lets leave it like that.

On the way to Poptun I saw a lot more of these funny hills and shortly before Dolores – a village on the way – they turned into a proper little mountain range. It’s the wrong word I just don’t know a better one. What this showed me was that I was wrong about the hills being artificial and digging being a good idea. Just another proof that I was damn right when I dropped out of uni and got a regular job. I’d be digging holes all over the world and to no avail.

These hills are not much higher than may be 50 meters and they are cute. They mostly seem to be limestone but I can’t be sure of that. They are mostly covered with vegetation some of them with dense jungle. It’s just pretty.

They might be nothing in comparison with the mighty volcanoes in the south or the Verapaces but at the end of the day I prefer the small hills. They are less intimidating. All that volcanoes ever want to do is killing you; let it be by erupting or inviting you to climb them. And it is similar with the Verapaces. It get’s bloody freezing up there and then it rains or is foggy and overcast. The hills here are my size.

They are pretty to look at, easy to climb and it is boiling hot; meaning I have a good excuse to go for a swim rather than climbing stupid mountains.



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